Failing To Feel
Fast rubber
Burn it cold
Failing to feel
Gripping
Slipping
Grinding powder
With while it folds
Failing to feel
Real
You rock it
You sock it
You see
Robot in Field
Roses
Roses are red
Violets are food
I ate the squirrel raw
Cause I was in the mood
Cries of Terror in the Street
Cries of terror in the street
No one protected
Death is destruction
Of the hopes in life
All but this
Cries of terror in the street
One protected it
Walls falling
Wailing
Wars end
With blood trailing
Thus
Cries of terror in the street
Hero protected it
Riding on the Clouds
Ah
Swinging
Flying higher
Riding on the clouds
Makes for
Agh
Swinging
Lying tired
Riding on the clouds
Black Tie Event
Summer Heat
Summer heat upon my chest
As the days march like waves
On through time like a bow
Nest
Jingles run through the town
Echoes of a joy long gone-
Now only found in the pools of children
Lasting not from season-
But from play
Summer heat upon my head
As humid times make days
On we march to sound
Of the dead
Sheep
Orba Swords
Orba swords
In the sea
Formed
In the forge for me
Revel in the rights
Or be real
Raise them high
Orba swords
With a key
Formed
In the forge for me
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